This migraine may be the death of me. Currently huddled on the floor at work somewhere between crying and about to puke my brains out. I just need to get through the next 25 minutes. God, just 25 minutes.
I don’t think I’ve EVER had one this bad. It’s so bad I can’t even read without being nauseous.
You are my sweetest downfall. I loved you first.
Today, you are six months old. I cannot believe it’s already been half a year with you. Watching you grow and learn and seeing your personality start to shine absolutely amazes me. I never imagined loving someone the way that I love you. I’ve always heard about a mothers love and how it’s the strongest thing, but now that I’ve felt it, it is so much more than I ever thought. I cannot wait to see what you learn in the next six months. I hope that I make you proud as your mother. I know it won’t always be easy, and there will be fights and many an uphill battle, but you are my baby boy, the love of my life, my heart and soul, sun and moon.
And I love you Ryan. More each and every second I spend with you.